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Salvia Eternity · 07-29-2011, 09:58 PM

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Mid-afternoon, Borgata Tocatl.

Though she pretended otherwise, Salvia was wrestling with the steel-cage of emotions that belonged to the typical pre-teen. What had happened with the slave at the meeting was overlooked now, for she had focused on the most recent violent episode. A shiny cut, healing slowly, graced her nose. She barely remembered the night. A powerful respect had grown in her for the magic her mother was capable of controlling, for she had failed at such a task. The drugs and the tiger within her were too powerful. Next time she would need to try and control, and not give in.

For now, though, she focused on other tasks. Nacht, the big colt (and only colt) in the Salsola barn was her horse without a doubt. She visited him daily and the black animal was comfortable coming to her. Larkspur had instructed Salvia specifically on how to behave, and she followed to his guidelines without fail. Though her father fed the animals daily, Salvia often brought treats for her own animal.

At nearly three months, Nacht was heavier than Salvia despite being slightly smaller than she was. The girl had no doubts this would change—he was growing like a weed! She called for him with an odd sort of barking noise, one he had come to know as her own. The black colt trotted over to her in an awkward, gangly way, and Salvia giggled at this. He whinnied at the wolf, perched on the fence, and she held out the small handful of berries. Velvety lips brushed over her palm, and Salvia smiled, petting the colt’s head with her other hand.

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